They practice to cut me off
Society needs me
But I cannot feed the hologram
If all else fails, someone heard the yell
Insides voice the belly of what’s beneath
Swept the demons of deceit behind closed horrors
Keys open old doors
To the more that is behind she
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An abstract painting of a featureless brown face appears on a stark white background. The face is outlined with thick black lines. A white swath cuts through the left side, with a horizontal line where the eye would be. Two black dots are at the bottom on either side. A bronze line cuts horizontally across the top.
About Karoline Yesterdaye:
Film , writing, and mixed media can all come to life and coexist. At least inside the entropic world for 25 year-old Carribean American artist Karoline Yesterdaye ( real name is Khadijah Hope-Moore ).
Clear hints of minimal approaches to vivid times in her dreams, the current state of the world , and even futuristic ideals yet to be experienced fully. It is apparent that art will always be her medium of expression and depth.
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